Life

Life is the rushing winds of a tornado. 

A small girl named Claire from Rhode Island is about to discover that.

The wind whips past her, howling and screaming. 

It shoves her face first into the ground, only to pick her back up again. 

“Oh Lissy,” I will yell, “When will you ever learn?”

Claire stands in the middle of life watching everything swirl up and around her. 

Her whole life up in the air.

She will fly around with it though, spectating her life from a different angle.

Watching the pink elephants and blue dogs of her life fly around in a circle of unpredictability. 

But is life really a tornado or is it a gentle stream of choice

A stream that tastes of freedom and smells of possibilities.

Maybe it’s not…

“My butt doesn’t like exercise”

Maybe it's fast-flowing water with no choice in which way it must go.

Continuing in a straight forced line forged by those before her.

But maybe it is just a calm, steady wind guiding her in the right direction.

If she has fallen down, then her only option is to fly.

One day I will trip over the sky and fall to the heavens

Because Bro when you're at the bottom up is the only way to go.

When life feels quiet then maybe there's a need for change. 

یہ صرف شروعات ہے۔   -------- This is just the start

The winds rush past carrying all the memories of the past and the plans for the future. 

One spinning confusing circle of the story of our lives.

-  :)